“We ain’t out of it yet,” returned Greson.
“I know that.”
“We may have to stay here a week, and without food; that won’t be very pleasant.”
Slowly the day wore on.
Overhead the flames crackled and roared as if delighted to hold sway over such an immense area of woods.
Once the wind changed a bit and blew the smoke directly down upon them. But just as they had about made up their minds that they would have to seek new quarters it went back, and they were molested no more on that score.
Toward evening both began to feel hungry.
“There ought to be lots of dead birds and small animals around,” said the young gymnast. “But the thing is to get hold of them.”
“I’m not going to venture out—at least not yet,” said Greson.
“All right—let’s wait till empty stomachs drive us out.”